Jenna Hanna (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} j_hanna) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} omega_reality, |
As a Marine on active duty, Jenna had dealt with the loss before. Yet now she stood like frozen, unable to move. It had taken a lot of time for her to get used to Savannah's presence, more to not find her annoying, and an eternity to think of her as family. She had never been able to think of her as a sister the way Sean did, but she had become family. Those girls were Blaze's cousins. Now they were without their mother.
Savannah was gone, and Jenna couldn't help but to think of the times when she'd wished her to be. Not dead, obviously, but out of the way. Now she was and it was dreadful. For all of them. Savannah had been the glue that kept them together.
She looked up as Dom approached, still having a hard time to grasp it. "Marty, he'll need help. We'll have to help him with the girls, and G and Dad, and Sean-" she looked at him. "Why the fuck was she and John out alone? How is this even possible?" She knew her father and G wouldn't have let them go alone, not without their partners, their team. It was so wrong. They shouldn't be dead.